Echoes in the Static

A raw, minimalist sketch born inside OBJKT Paint — where every line feels like a pulse, a signal, a cry.
Three figures frozen in a rain of static, caught between noise and silence.
One screams, one waits, one burns with anxious energy — all watched by a light that feels more like surveillance than salvation. This piece is a reminder:
Not all chaos is loud.
Sometimes the sharpest storms are made of lines, not thunder. Created directly on-chain.
Pure, unfiltered expression — no tools, no polish — just truth in black and white.